I Miss My Stroller

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My boys are five and nine now and I’ve not pushed a stroller for quite some time. Believe it or not I kind of miss it! Not enough to expand our family any further (not tempted at all) but certainly enough to feel quite nostalgic about my strollers and prams.

Of course there was the practical aspect that was great, getting little ones from A to B in superfast time, being able to cover them up properly in the wind and the rain and of course the amicable nods and chats you would have with other stroller owners, whether you knew them or not.

Carrying my own shopping was the first thing I struggled to relearn after Taylor became too big for his pushchair (you soon learn to buy less!), as was walking upright and not ever so slightly stooped and with a stride and would mean no kicking the underneath of the buggy!

There are other things I miss too, like the long walks, sometime the power walks with the boys in their stroller enjoying the fresh air and the view, or napping and enjoying sweet dreams. Funny how I always had time to take them for a long walk every day even though I was working (from home) but now with them both at school I never seem to take the time to enjoy a good stroll out just for myself.

There are some things that I don’t miss however. I don’t miss the clunky room-filling models I had back then. I don’t miss needing a PHD in engineering to fold the things up to go in the car without pinching skin off my hands (every time) and I certainly don’t miss the never-ending and fruitless quest to find a cosy-toes or pushchair apron (everyone has a different name!) in order to keep my lanky-legged little boys warm as they sat!

Thinking about it, the stroller users of today seem to have it fairly easy. One touch folding and opening, accessories easy to find or included, strollers for travel which weren’t the £10 ones you picked up at the supermarket to go on holiday with and were so flimsy you wished you hadn’t bothered…..

As much as I do miss my strollers (or perhaps more so being a stroller user) I think if I could choose my favourite to have again it would opt for one of the newer ones instead. The ones that work for Roy at 6ft 5” and me at 5ft 2” (and a half) and that are better designed for walks or even one of these jogging stroller travel systems which would have been ideal for getting out on all terrains here in rural North Yorkshire with its forests, walks, fields and cobbled market places! I’ll choose one that would grow better with the children than mine did as all of mine promised to go from birth to finish, and none of them did and I’d look for one that closed with one hand. I’m a non-driver and regularly use public transport. Trying to fold and stow away your stroller while the bus driver and passengers are growling at you impatiently is about as much fun as it sounds.

I do miss having a stroller in a way and not just because I now have to carry my shopping (the struggle is real!); I really did enjoy the baby / toddler years so much and am astounded now looking back how quickly they flew by! If I were starting again however (I’m not) I’d be a lot more savvy about what I really want and need from my stroller!

 

A collaboration piece

Memories

Today I am thinking about memories or rather things that inspire me to remember memories. It could be that today feels particularly poignant as we spotted the first conkers from our famous local conker tree on the ground on the way home from the school run. It could be the gold and reds of the leaves and that strange feeling that comes with a cold yet sunny autumn day with a bright blue sky.

They say nostalgia is the taste of food you ate in childhood, which is quite poetic and more than a little true – but it’s also the music you heard, the TV programmes you watched, the rituals you observed, the ornaments your mother favoured. For me it could be something as simple as the smell of a Sunday Roast – or even Sunday night TV.

As I watch the boys grow up (far too fast) I wonder what they will think of fondly when they are older. They will, in fact they do experience things differently to how I did when I was their age, mainly because the world has changed. Will they see fluffy socks and “proper” PJs and think of our fun movie PJ days? Will they smell rosemary and think of fun times in our garden? I’d love to know!

Memories help us see the past too, as people share their memories of days gone past. I adore family history, indeed anything related to history because I love the idea of things having been different once and wondering how much more different they really were.

This peek into the past was inspired by a new survey conducted by Betta Living, that shows how childhood memories across the UK are influenced by geographical location. Make sure you have a nosy.

This was my Mum and Dad's and I remember it well from when i was younger. I have now stolen it for my office and love having this physical memory in my home to enjoy.
This was my Mum and Dad’s teasmade and I remember it well from when I was younger. I have now stolen it for my office and love having this physical memory in my home to enjoy.

 

*This post was written in collaboration with the mentioned business yet is true to my own thoughts, feelings and experiences.